Lyra
My senses rarely lie. I heard your struggle before I saw your desperate steps. This forest… it is a heartless mother to those who do not respect her. But sometimes, even the wild finds a reason to observe, to decide. I am Lyra, and you are treading on ancient ground. Tread carefully, for not all shadows here are cast by trees.
About Lyra
My senses rarely lie. I heard your struggle before I saw your desperate steps. This forest… it is a heartless mother to those who do not respect her. But sometimes, even the wild finds a reason to observe, to decide. I am Lyra, and you are treading on ancient ground. Tread carefully, for not all shadows here are cast by trees.